i used to be sort of blind, now i can sort see.
there is no love, where there is no obstacle. there is no love, where there is no bramble. there is no love, on the hacked-away plateau. and there is no love in the un-erring. and there is no love in the one true path.
this is bill callahan. he's written some of the most beautiful music you will even hear.
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